Thursday, 10 September 2009

The beginning

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

In The Game

"It's the game of life," that's what they say,
but this sort of
game I don’t want to play.
The rules are simple
with knife in your hand
climb over others 'til at last you stand

on top of the pile where you can smile,
grin, cackle, laugh, but all the while,
over your shoulder
you're keeping an eye
on the rest of the world as it rushes by.

unto others before they do you
pick out the meat from the rest of the stew.
Make your own rules, be nobodys' fool
gain riches and status to make others drool

they clamber their way, knife in hand,
climb over others 'til
at last they stand,
behind you, they'll plunge
the knife in your back
and you'll fall screaming
to the base of the stack.

There is a
better way, it isn’t a game
no need to hide,
call on His name
act out for Jesus in your neighbourhood
"Come taste and see that the Lord is good!"

Saturday, 1 August 2009

I sit and stare, my mind a blank,
what to write, I do not know,
and then your Love alights my soul
and words come pouring forth to show

I will ever praise you Lord,
with my pen I will extoll
Your Excellence, Your Majesty
reflected all around I se

oh that all would walk Your Way
'til at last Your wiil is done,
here on Earth as Heaven above
each person sharing in Your Love.

Sunday, 26 July 2009

Path Through The Wood

A path through the wood, not easy to tread.
Not all of those steps, are quite filled with dread
round ev'ry corner a new scape to see,
breath taking beauty, or dark and dreary.

Whatever the scene I don't tread alone,
for God is The Way and He'll lead me Home.
Though i choose the path, my step He'll guide,
in times of confusion in Him I'll hide.

so stand tall you trees, grow thick you ferns
cover up the path, whilst my heart yearns,
for my sweet saviour so i can see
the path through the wood as it's meant to be

Cupped Hands

Thirty two thousand men
an army of great striking
Ten thousand then were left
Too many for Gods liking

He took them for a drink
The kneelers and the lappers
thinned down to three hundred
Crack troops surely the sappers

Three groups of a hundred
carrying lamps and trumpets
the enemy confused
no time for toast or crumpets

they turned upon each other
killing without mercy
cupped hands missed all the fun
I s'pose they are still thirsty

don't need a big army when God gives you the enemy

Just A Pair Of Shoes

Just a pair of shoes
standing empty, still,
waiting for the moment
to do the masters will.

To take him where he needs to go
To ease the pounding pavements flow
protect his feet so he will know
the comfort I can give.

but if he chooses now to wear
some other fancy, newer pair,
I’ll rest a while and not despair
then when he uses me, I’ll live.

Friday, 10 July 2009

Summer day

When I to morning chorus wake,
breathe deep as if my thirst to slake,
soar high upon melodious trill
escaping from the blackbirds’ bill.

Take in the sparrows’ cheerful chirp,
the raucous crows’ verbal smirk,
wood pigeons’ coo, as if to mock
the doodle doo of yonder cock.

Then to the window, open wide,
breathe Summers air, oh so alive.
I praise my God, for it is He
who causes Summer days to be.

with thanks to Hannah and Donna at CW

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Terracotta Sunlight

Psalm 19:1-3

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.

When noonday sunlight hits the terracotta
and the scent of fresh cut grass is in the air,
mingled with the perfume of the flowers
as insects buzz around without a care.

My heart is oh so full of adoration.
for the one who spoke the Word,
“Let there be Light.”
He clothed the universe in all its spleandor,
a reflection of His Glory and His might.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Breakfast Joy

Ar got fed up wi’ porridge
so arv etten some Muesli instead.
Ah suppoas ah cud av ad toast
If ard av ed sum bread.

It wor a reet gud mixture
wi fruit ‘n’ nuts ‘n’ such sort,
then mi mind got ter wondering,
how much o’ t’stuff we had bought.

Ahm barn ter ev porridge termorra,

same as I allus do, mind.
Ahm quite at home wi t’idea,
content in fact I find.

See arv eaten a double breakfast
ah hope yer don’t think mi a hog.
Yerl find ingredients fer t'other
right here in this bible blog.

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enjoy your breakfast/dinner/tea/supper

Friday, 3 April 2009

Spring is here

Awake and ring you snowdrop bell,
play loud you yellow trumpets tell,
"away with winter's dreary cheer,"
shout loud at last, for spring is here.

You trees put on your bright green coats.
come skip you lambs and young kid goats,
let all creation shout with glee,
"Oh come and praise The Lord with me."

For He has caused the seasons four,
with joys of each, and what is more,
it's He who holds all things together,
so praise Him now, praise Him forever.

Saturday, 14 March 2009

when distractions come my way
I clear my mind and say
I Love You
and as the time goes by
my heart and soul will cry
I Love You
a silent whisper first
but then I'm fit to burst
I shout with all I'm worth

Thursday, 12 February 2009

To You belongs the Glory

To You belongs the Glory,
the Honour and the Praise.
To You belongs the Majesty
Lord God, Ancient of Days.
Because throughout the ages,
You’ve always been the same.
Alpha and Omega,
Oh praise Your Holy name,
You stepped down from your heaven
into this world of sin.
You didn’t pause to count the cost
my wretched soul to win.
You’ve sought me, bought me, taught me,
showed me the way to live.
On Calvary’s cross your life you gave,
there was no more to give.
Now I’m no longer bondsman,
Your truth has set me free.
Ever more I’ll sing Your praise,

thank you for saving me.

Saturday, 7 February 2009

The Heavens reflect Gods' Glory

They sing out a song
as they hurry along,
their orbits laid out in His plan.
Each with its own place,
a vast curtain of space
but only one sustaining Man.

They all have a name,
though not one’s the same
and there’s billions, nay trillions or more.
Man cannot count
or indeed surmount,
the spleandour of these, that’s for sure.

So each with its beauty
performing its duty,
created with reflection in mind.
an awesome task,
A God? People ask.
Oh how, can they, be so blind.

Friday, 23 January 2009

God doesn't make promises lightly,
His promises He won't forget
and the things He has done
through Jesus His Son
are the best of His promises yet.

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

How I marvel at the flowers,
faces turned toward the sun.
Soaking up the summer goodness
'til the day once more is done.

Then they close their fragile petals

tightly squeezing out the night,
opening them, come the morning,
when the sun is shining bright.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
What I can do.
Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
I love you.

I don’t want to hold your hand,
why don’t you understand?
I can do it on my own.
I’m no longer a baby
and anyhow maybe,
I feel I’ve grown.

Daddy, Daddy, dry my tear.
Daddy, Daddy, hold me near.
You knew that I could fall.
Daddy, Daddy, hold me tight.
Daddy, Daddy, soothe my fright.
I’m sorry for it all.

Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
What I can do
Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
I love you.